"Who was that man, Hannibal ?" "I--please, I don't know--" gasped the child.
"Hannibal, who was that man ?" repeated the judge.
"It were Captain Murrell." The judge regarded him with a look of great steadiness.

He saw his small face go white, he saw the look of abject terror in his eyes.

The judge raised his fist and brought it down with a great crash on the table, so that the breakfast dishes leaped and rattled.

"We don't know any boy ten years old with a rifle and bundle!" he said.
"Please--you won't let him take me away, judge I want to stop with you!" cried Hannibal.

He slipped from his chair, and passing about the table, seized the judge by the hand.